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Katriina Boughton Poem
She's all alone in her mind.
If only time could rewind.
She cries herself to sleep.
All I see is her weep.
Memories haunt her as each day passes.
It's as though she only has dark colored glasses.
She longs to hold him in her arms.
For her there are no good luck charms.
The day he died she was left numb inside.
So all she could do was hide.
Will this nightmare ever end?
It is more than most can comprehend.
She's all alone in her mind.
If only time could rewind.
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She waits for him every night.
knowing something is just not right.
Tears begin to fall.
As she stares at the wall.
She begins to pace.
She just wants to see his face.
She looks around
And begins to frown.
She knows its been 5 years.
But that does not chase awaw the tears.
She waits for him every night.
Knowing something is just not right.
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His Anger Grows
His anger grows everyday
Due to a father who abused him in everyway.
He shows no emotions except for anger
And because of that I feel he's in danger.
Revenge is all that he seeks. He feels like he belongs with the freaks.
He carries so much inside.
He feels like he has so much to hide.
Which makes his anger grow everyday.
Because of a father who abused him in everyway.
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Racing Thoughts
In her mind,it's hard to unwind,
racing thoughts all entwined.
Things left unclear,
As she looks in the mirror.
Battered face and Battered mind,
This is what he left behind.
No where to turn,
Why doesn't she learn?
With racing thoughts all entwined,
What next will see find?
Empty promises and full of lies,
Does he even look in her eyes?
In her mind it's hard to unwind,
with racing thoughts all entwined
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Memories of the Past
Memories of the past
seem to continue to last.
Things that happened can not be put to the side.
Instead they tear me up inside.
Bruises and black eyes and a bunch of lies is what he gave.
Words that he said still haunt me. But a better life I could not see.
Everyday wishing for death just so it would all end. Wondering how many more laws he would
bend.
Fear is what he left me with. I learned abuse is not a myth.
So Memories of the past seem to continue to last.
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As the darkness begins to fall
I can hear the whispering call of the wind.
Calling out my name again and again.
Maybe it is just messing with my brain.
But as it grows darker the wind begins to howl.
As though it is now screaming out my name.
Every night seems to be the same.
What is it that makes the night cry out my name?
Is this someones idea of a game?
Perhaps it is something more, Does death call out in the night?
Leaving you to look for one last light?
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